Our life in the foothills of Calaveras County, California. The pond is at the center of everything. In case we should forget, the bullfrogs yell it out all summer long. A noisy place, but home.

Pond!

Friday, August 16, 2013

Then there were three...

As promised -- pictures of Auntie Em and her brand new twin calves. They are both little bulls and cute as buttons. Auntie Em looks a lot more comfortable now that she's not carrying a double load of calves in her belly. Emmet and Emil may be small, but they are both enthusiastic at the milk bar. Poor Antie Em appears to realize that her world just got a lot more complicated.

Big cousin Florrie isn't too sure of these infants who suddenly appeared, but the twins eagerly wobble over to her to say hi.

Look at that little face! Not sure if this is Emmet or Emil.

Auntie Em is an attentive mother and croons to her babies with long, low "moos."

The cows all now expect their daily ration of hay from us. We're happy to oblige.

Why are animal names so easy to remember, while human names are so difficult? Memorizing my incoming classes names is always such a struggle for me. If only it were 23 puppies or calves filing in, I'd have no problem.

Not a whole lot of relaxing this weekend -- I'm lesson planning. But at least I'm home, so that's nice.

About Me

My husband and I live in a small house by a small pond that is just past the first and smallest foothill of the mighty Sierra Nevada Mountains of California. Our nearest town has the rather large name of Copperopolis, but the town itself is also very small. During the school year I drive my small car down into the valley to teach 4th grade at – you guessed it – a smallish school. On both a grand and a personal scale, life is too short and too miraculous to be taken for granted. This chronicle of our life here at Frogpond Acres is one way for me to remain mindful and appreciative of the many not-so-small wonders and blessings that surround us.